You're better than that!

Dear Emmy,

You're better than that.
Aren't we going to change for the better this year?
Life is happening right now and you're missing it because you want to live in the past.
Don't do that.
I know you loved him. I know what you felt for him.
But he made a choice. And there's nothing you can do about it.
Don't spend time convincing someone you're good enough.
If they don't see it, then that's not your problem.
If they don't like ice cream, why change their mind?
You don't like yogurt right?
But is that wrong? Of course not.
You just want a different flavor and that's ok.
It's ok they don't want anything more.
It's just their preference, and that's fine.
You may had a little more nuts in your mix, enough to turn them away,
But that doesn't make your mix a bad batch.
Ok?
Just move on.
Wish them well and walk away with your head up high.
There are so many things to discover in the world and I don't plan on wasting it.
I wasted enough time already. Not anymore.
Like you said, life is happening now, so DANCE WITH IT EMMY.
BE EMMY DUBOIS!

love,
Dubois

I want you to touch me
Touch me.
Look at me and want me
You look at me with the same desire I feel from my pounding chest.
You stand tall and brush up against me. You hand lands on my side, next to me waist, then lowers down to my buttons. You s and I jump.
But all of this is only in my head. You tell me we can't may love.
We can only be friends. There is notthing more rejecting then you rejecting me.

Define Love

Truth tellers are respected...liars, plz leave!

I thoroughly enjoy and respect people who say what they mean and mean what they say and remain silent all other times.

A TONGUE has no bones, but it can BREAK a heart. So be careful with your words. Mean what you say and say what you mean.

honesty is the best policy (but only for some people, i guess)

“God was the first to say you’re beautiful, and he doesn’t say something he doesn’t mean.”

—

Anonymous

Fuck Censorship

I hate not being able to say exactly what I want. 

 Editing a sentence so as not to upset or aggravate anyone 

to a point where its not even what I want to say

 or erasing it all and not saying anything.

It shouldn’t have to be like that. 

 with anything.

 with anyone.

 about anything.

Fuck censorship.

I wish the shitty guys didn't ruin it for the existing nice guys.

I don’t believe anything anymore.

So You don't mean it?

You didn't mean it when you said you loved me?
You didn't mean it when you held me and kissed me?
Was your hug filled with lies?
Was your heart falling for another?
Was I not just like your ideal lover?
I wasn't the right fit?
Wasn't the right woman?
I was just me, and I guess that was the problem.
But I meant it when I told you, you were my forever.
I meant it when I held you when you cried.
And now you meant it when you told me goodbye.

Dear Dubois,

I'm in pain! He's gone. His physical body is gone. But his heart is no longer here. I wonder do man even love? Are we just o. I loved you. What else could I give you? You were it. That's it. No one else. I give you my all. I changed for you. I breathe for you. Why don't I even get love in return. Do you like for me to chase you? Am I an prize you won, were you can treat anyway you want because you know you have my heart? Do you say what you feel or say what would impress me to get me to fell in love with you? Just so then you can step on my heart? I was there for you. I didn't judge you. I over looked your flaws and felt you were beauiful inside. And to you, I was just a tool and a fool. is there really love out there? Are we just here to say fancy words to get someone to sleep with us? Is there no one that loves a person for the sake of loving that person? Does it always have to be for the sake of sex, money, power and fame? Instead of love, forgiveness, companinsion? Don't want the responalbiby of caring for someone else? To love and to hold, through sickness and in health? To talk to when I am down, and do the best to cheer me up. I'm tried and I tryied. and I think I'm though. Though with love. Though with the thought of love. Though with the hurt from love. Though with you.

love, emmy

Life-love-alone?

Dear Dubois,

The silents is killing me. His sweet voice, his sweet lips, I love and I miss.
I miss you. I fucking miss you. What do I say now? Did I wish upon this? Did I do this?
Something about you felt different. I wanted to be the one. But how could I be the one if you tried to mold me to be someone I'm not? You didn't accept  me. I had life. I have purpose.
But that wasn't enough. It wasn't enough that I loved you though all your judgments.
It wasn't enough, I listen and cared.
But was I wrong alone the way? Where did I go wrong? Was I wrong for being scared?
Was I wrong for not knowing the truth? Or not telling you the truth? But how can I tell you something, that I did not know.
I cried today. It was hard to think today. I wanted to cry with him. Just take him into my bosom and rest his head there. To show my true compassion for him. That is how I show my love.
Not by fancy words nor the fancy ways I move my hand as I talk.
But by the way I move my hand across your face, as I bend you down to kiss your face.
Telling you, you're mine, I adore you.
Want to show you I care, if you want my love anymore.
Why throw away such a priceless love. A love we both knew was real from the beginning.
A love, a crush maybe, but a big one it must have been.
For I was head over hills the first and only time we met.
Dubois, what I'm trying to say is, what do I do now?
How can a love that started so fast but end so quickly?
Why can't the ride last a little longer? Why could had the kiss been a little sweeter? Instead bitter?
Why be bitter through love? Why give up?
Did I give up?
Or was I scared?
I remembered being so nervous giving him a blanket. Being so nervous that the man I was falling for was right in my room.
That I touched him.
That I kissed him.
I touched his warm face. Brushed my lips on his lips. His lips, unforgettable.
He was unforgettable. But I think he forgot about me...already.
For my lips weren't the right lips. My body wasn't the right body.
It wasn't his perfect. I wasn't his perfect.
What the hell is perfect?
It's a image of an imaginary figure, you want to call human and pretend it exist.
But I exist.
I'm real and I'm here now, right now.
But I guess for some, that will never be good enough.
However, I know that I am good enough. I am real therefore my love is real.
Will I leave this love behind? I don't want to. But I can't wait here. I can't wait here, alone.
He wants alone. So I'll grant him his wish.
For I will move on. Far away from him. Never to be seen again., just as he wish.

love, emmy